Tom had been up for two fucking hours, but Tord has yet to wake.

Annoying asshole.

Without waking Tord, Tom had gotten up and ready for the day out of pure boredom. He could've played on his phone, but it laid somewhere in the mess of the blankets, and Tom didn't want to risk waking Tord for it.

Seriously, fuck you, Tord.

A sigh escaped Tom's lips as he pursed his lips, chilling on the couch. Tord hadn't woken up yet, for fuck's sake.

Tom's eyes closed as he thought about last night.

Immediately, a blush spread across his cheeks.

As far as anybody knew, he didn't say that. Tord definitely didn't bear him say it (at least, he hopes not). For now, his words were for him and him only.

Then his mind wandered to a bit before that, which just made his red cheeks worsen.

How perverted could Tord be? Seriously? Being woken up with a blowjob?

What the hell happened to that man to make him this perverted?

A sigh escaped his lips. Personally, he didn't find the appeal in it; wouldn't it feel just like being woken up with morning wood?

Then again, the thought of pleasing Tord always made his thighs squeeze.

His eyes fluttered closed as he imagined how Tord would react. The man's eyes would flutter open, and that same stupid grin would curl his lips. He'd praise Tom, call him a good boy, a good kitten.

Well, no turning back now.

Sufficiently turned on, Tom got up and rushed into the bedroom, trying to keep quiet as he did so. He couldn't wake Tord up now; that'd be incredibly irresponsible of him.

His eyes found Tord, and a small smile spread across his lips. How did he want to go about this? Should he wake Tord up with some kisses then give him a blowjob? Or should he just get right into it? Tord would be happy either way, but he also didn't want to be creepy as hell.

Well, Tord knew how inexperienced he could be. Hopefully he'd excuse Tom's messy behavior.

Tom sat down on the bed next to Tord. He smiled as he watched Tord. He reached down and gently trailed his finger against Tord's sharp jawline. His face softened when the man grunted, turning slightly. Tom's heart fluttered, cheeks pinkening. He really did get lucky with Edd and Matt leaving.

Wait, didn't he come in here for sex?

A snort escaped his lips as his face went red. God damnit.

Finally, Tom decided that he'd be better safe than sorry. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against Tord's forehead. "Wake up, mon chéri," he cooed softly, cupping Tord's cheek as he littered Tord's face with kisses.

The man let out a soft grunt, so Tom backed up. He got on top of Tord, leaning down and pressing another kiss on Tord's nose.

He squirmed a bit before his eyes opened, a little narrowed as he looked up at Tom. He mumbled something incoherent as Tom tilted his head. "Good morning, mon chéri." He gave Tord a smile.

Tord gave him a confused look, eyebrows raising. "Am I dreaming?" he asked, reaching up and rubbing his eyes.

A small snicker escaped Tom's lips as he slowly pulled back, moving until he sat on Tord's legs. "You've been sleeping all day, and I'm bored." He gave a pout, doing his best to tease Tord. He liked having that hint of power.

"Bored?" Tord repeated with a raised eyebrow as Tom hummed, leaning down a bit.

His fingers curled around the rim Tord's sweatpants and boxers, eyes flickering up to Tord, asking for permission.

A soft chuckle left Tord's lips as he watched Tom with half-lidded eyes. Tom internally cursed. How the fuck could Tord be so sexy this early in the morning? Tom usually looks like he got hit by a car.

Anyway.

"Go ahead, min elskede," he purred, already excited.

Kinky bastard.

Tom pulled Tord's sweatpants and boxers down, just enough for Tord's cock to spring out. Tom let out a shaky breath at the sight, thighs squeezed. He would never get sick of seeing that hot, pink head that strained, a vein popping from the side.

Ugh.

He leaned down and dragged his tongue from the shaft of Tord's cock up to the head, swirling his tongue around it. He glanced up at Tord and smiled.

The man's face burned red as he watched Tom, grunting whenever his tongue passed across the slit. Then he wrapped his lips around the head, giving it a little suck. Tord's head leaned back as he let out a slow moan.

Time to be a champ.

He lurched forward and took in half of Tord's cock, jaw cramping already. Tord let out a loud grunt, laughing at Tom's flustered face.

"Don't be so embarrassed, kitten," he purred softly, sitting up. Tom squeaked at the sudden action, Tord's hand grabbing at Tom's hair. He tugged Tom off his cock, grinning at the poor boy's face. "Mind if I take control?"

He couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Sure." He kept his voice light, a small smile curling his lips.

Now granted permission, Tord pushed Tom back down, fingers curling around Tom's hair. He let out a grunt as he forced Tom all the way down on his cock, earning a small squeak and a gag.

Oops.

"Good kitten," he murmured softly, grinning at the sight of Tom squirming. He always liked it when Tom squirmed. "You really wanted to please me today, didn't you?" He let out a soft chuckle as a bit of spit dripped from Tom's chin.

Tord is straight up gross.

He started rocking his hips, making Tom gag again, gripping at Tord's thighs. Another laugh escaped Tord's lips, a small idea coming to mind. "You look so cute, mouth full of cock." One hand removed itself from Tom's hair and slowly cupped Tom's cheek.

Then he squeezed the boy's nose shut.

Dick.

Tom let out a soft squeak of surprise as Tord started going a bit harsher on the thrusts. He gagged again as he struggled to breath with the thick cock down his throat, passing in and out as Tord let out a soft groan.

How can you be that kinky?

Poor Tom.

"Such a pretty kitty," Tord grunted out as he pushed Tom down to the base of his cock, causing Tom to gag again, eyes wide.

Tord's a straight up bitch.

Tom snapped his fingers, so Tord let him go, and he popped off of Tord's cock. He heaved for breath as he pulled back, chest heaving.

"You... are a dick," Tom gasped out, letting out a soft laugh.

"Sorry." Tord laughed as well, rubbing the back of his neck. "I took it too far."

Tom smiled as he got up, using Tord's thighs to do so, hands gripping them. He pressed his lips against Tord's, smiling as he slowly pushed Tord down, a hand trailing up to Tord's shoulder. When he pulled back, Tord gave him a soft grin.

"You wanna play a game?"

"Who are you, the fucking Jigsaw?"

Tord snorted before breaking into laughter as he let himself fall back against the bed. He gripped Tom's waist as the boy straddled him. "I'm being serious."

A giggle escaped Tom's lips. "So am I."

Tord rolled his eyes, giving Tom's waist a quick squeeze. "A sex game."

"Yeah? You gonna make me dress up as an anime girl again?" Tom perked an eyebrow as he glanced down at Tord's cock and his own briefs.

He cringed. "Sadly, no. Let's just see who can come last." He winked.

"Uh-huh." A raised eyebrow. "And what's the prize for winning?"

"An IOU." Tord suddenly grabbed Tom's arms and pulled the boy down for a quick peck on the lips. "Sound like a deal?"

"Sounds like a deal." Tom pecked Tord's lips back, giggling softly before leaning back up. He glanced at the nightstand before reaching over for the lube.

Tord had honestly just started leaving it out for the two idiots.

Tom squirted the lube onto his hand before wrapping said hand around Tord's cock. He glanced up at Tord and grinned as the man's eyes fluttered shut. "I could probably make you come like this."

A smirk appeared on Tord's lips. "Probably, but that'd be cheating. I want my kitten to get some pleasure, too."

Breath passed through Tom's lips at the nickname, so he gave Tord's cock a squeeze as a way to get back at Tord.

What a dick.

He finally wiped the rest of the lube off on his thigh before ditching his briefs, pulling them off and yeeting them into the corner of the room.

Oops.

Before Tord could bitch about some stupid minor detail, Tom grabbed Tord's cock to hold it still as he sunk down on it. A grunt escaped Tord's lips as his cock nestled inside Tom, the boy rolling his hips awkwardly.

"How the hell... are you still so damn tight?" he growled out as he reached for Tom's waist, gripping it tightly. "We've been fucking for God knows how long."

Tom let an irritated noise as he tried to move, but Tord kept him still. What a dick. "I don't know. Maybe it's cuz your dick is so small."

Immediately, Tord let out a snort before flicking Tom's nose. "I'm the biggest cock you've ever had."

Not made of silicone, at least, Tom thought before raising his hips and dropping them, earning a gratifying grunt from Tord. "Bitch."

Tord, grip on Tom's waist tightening, led the boy up and back down. "You're my bitch," he growled out, and Tom couldn't help but shiver.

Curse his masochistic tendencies.

Suddenly, Tord sat up and kissed Tom as he rolled his hips, already craving relief. He's a horny bitch. His teeth found Tom's bottom lip, earning a sharp gasp as he tugged on it. The boy obediently opened his mouth, allowing Tord to slip his tongue inside and deepen the kiss.

Perverted bastard.

One of Tord's hands slipped under Tom's shirt, hand finding Tom's nipple piercing. The boy arched his back, moaning into Tord's mouth. That earned a smirk.

Tord was so gonna win this.

He pulled back, swallowing as he glanced down at Tom bouncing on his cock, desperate for release. His eyes flickered up to Tom, and he couldn't help the smirk from growing.

Cheeks flushed red, mouth open while he panted. His eyelashes were stuck together as sweat ran down his skin, eyes almost closed. He looked rather adorable.

"Stop... staring, you perv," Tom managed out, digging his face into the crook of Tord's neck. His hands managed to slide under his Tord's shirt, nails digging into the man's back.

Tord just let out a low laugh before he bit down on Tom's skin. The boy gasped and arched his back as Tord sucked on it.

He loved claiming Tom, littering love bites on his skin. He wanted the boy all to himself. "Good kitten," he murmured out before giving Tom yet another hickey. "Such a good kitten."

A desperate gasp left Tom as the boy's eyes started to water. "Fuck, Tord, I can't..." he managed out.

For a moment, Tord panicked—did he hurt Tom? Did Tom need to stop?

Then he realized that Tom seemed rather willing, but his bouncing slowed down. He let out a soft sigh of relief, gripping Tom's hips again. He helped Tom move up and down, biting at Tom's ear. Then he murmured, "Are you tired, kitten?"

Tom whimpered, squirming. "Y-Yeah." He let out a soft whine into Tord's neck. He tried to go still and let Tord take over completely, but the man dug his nails into Tom's hips, making him squeal and continue.

"Do you want me to take over?"

"Please!" Tom cried out as Tord's cock dug right into Tom's prostate, earning a sharp twitch and gasp. Tord really liked pushing him.

With that, Tord pushed Tom down, pulling him away from his little safe space in the crook of Tord's neck. He gripped Tom's thighs and pulled them up, slamming right back in. Tom let out a cry, back arching as Tord leaned down. "You're so fucking cute," he hissed out, tone breathy as he drew closer to his climax. He reached down and grabbed Tom's ignored cock, giving it a couple pumps.

"Tord!" Tom whined, tears rolling down his cheeks. "You fucking cheater!" He squirmed as Tord rammed into him, refusing to give him a break.

A low laugh escaped Tord as he closed his eyes, lost in his own pleasure. He let out a groan, leaning over Tom.

Fuck... he couldn't help himself.

He came inside of Tom, riding out his orgasm as he let out a groan.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes to spot a rather smug, panting Tom.

God fucking damnit.

"I... win," Tom gasped out, his cock still straining for release. Tord's eyes narrowed as he huffed.

Did he actually lose?

"Can you please finish me off?" Tom whined needily as Tord pulled out, still glaring at the boy underneath him.

"Is that your IOU?" he mocked as Tom sat up, huffing with annoyance.

"Fuck off." Tom reached over and grabbed Tord's hand, climbing into the man's lap. He led Tord's hand to his cock, so Tord wrapped his hand around it.

He's still a dick.

Tord's other hand found Tom's hole, pushing two fingers inside as Tom pulled him in for a kiss, panting still. Tord rubbed at Tom's prostate as he jacked the boy off, earning some squirming and whines.

He really did love this whiny bitch.

Finally, Tom came into Tord's hand, whimpering as he did so.

They sat there in each other's silence for a bit, Tom's panting finally quieting.

"We should shower," Tom murmured, eyes drooping.

"Yeah, probably."

Just like Tom had suggested, they took a hot shower, giggling and joking around with each other. For some reason, Tord had started putting him in a good mood rather than a bad one.

Weird.

After that, they chilled out on the couch together, watching some dumbass, B-rated movies. They were Tom's favorites.

They didn't actually decide to go to bed until around midnight—they had been binge watching some stupid trilogy.

Tord wrapped his arm around Tom, who dug his face into Tord's chest in return. Tom let out a soft sigh as Tord practically smothered him, and Tom had absolutely zero complaints. He always wished he could get a weighted blanket, but Tord would have to do.

"Are you comfy, kitten?" Tord asked gently, smiling at how damn cute Tom acted.

Tom let out a soft hum of affirmation, squirming a bit. "Good night, Tord."

"Good night, Thomas."

Tom's eyes fluttered closed, and he fell asleep within minutes. Tord did the same, smiling.

But Tom's sleep didn't last long, though. He twitched in his sleep, shuffling awkwardly. His eyebrows furrowed and twitched, whimpering.

Nightmares were (unsurprisingly) often for him. Though, they were never bad—he'd wake up then fall back asleep in ten minutes. Nobody even knew he had nightmares, not even his parents. They were usually fucking stupid and funny, too.

Oops.

He turned in his sleep, twitching even more. He could only see a large, chubby man with a threatening glare. The man scared the living hell out of him.

He woke with a gasp, flinching away from Tord's grasp. Tord let out a grunt and turned the other way, still sleeping yet annoyed by Tom's moving. Tom stared up at the ceiling, and he found himself trying not to laugh.

How the fuck did that manage to scare him? What the hell. That was the dumbest fucking nightmare he'd ever have.

Jesus Christ.

He shook his head and closed his eyes again, trying to fall back asleep.

And yet, he couldn't.

Of fucking course.

After just laying there for about fifteen minutes, Tom let out a groan and got up. He spared Tord a glance as he slipped out of Tord's room.

"I hate myself," he mumbled, pressing a hand to his eye as he practically stumbled into his kitchen. He turned on the lights as he got to the cabinet, opening it and pulling out a glass. His lips parted for a sigh, filling the cup up with water. He immediately chugged about half of it before sitting down at the counter.

Tom placed his head on the kitchen counter, sighing. His eyes closed as he started to shiver. Without Tord's body heat, he couldn't help the cold seeping into his bones.

Fuck his life, honestly,

"Kitten?"

Tom flinched so damn hard—he jumped up, slamming his knee against the counter and yelping. "Jesus Christ!"

With wide eyes, Tord quickly rushed over. "How the hell did I scare you that bad?" he asked as he watched Tom with concern.

"I didn't realize you were awake!" Tom turned to Tord, relaxing his tense muscles.

Tord gave him a look. "I woke up when you left, and when you didn't come back, I got worried."

With a roll of his eyes, Tom sighed. "Why the hell were you worried? I just wanted to grab some water." He shrugged and grabbed the glass, taking another drink.

Tord's eyes narrowed. "I was just worried about you." He leaned over and wrapped his arms around Tom, pulling the boy into a hug. "You never get up at night."

"I'm fine," Tom hissed out in annoyance. "I just... woke up and couldn't fall back asleep." He didn't hug Tord back out of pure spite.

"Why'd you wake up?" Tord asked, unfazed by Tom's salt.

Tom bristled. "You ask way too many questions."

"Tom," Tord demanded, making Tom flinch.

And that apparently pissed Tom right off. "It was a fucking nightmare, okay? Happy? And not that emotional breakdown kind of nightmare, it was dumb as fuck one that I can't really remember but scared me because I'm a dumbass, but I laughed when I woke up because of how dumb it was!" Tom spat out in one breath. "And don't you ever take that fucking tone with me ever again."

Tord jumped back, eyes wide at the sudden anger. Tom seemed to pull away from Tord's arms, so he let the boy go. "I'm... sorry," he stammered out, still confused by Tom's outburst. "I didn't mean..."

Tom slid out of the chair, grabbing his glass of water. "You didn't mean my ass. You don't—" Tom gritted his teeth as he placed the glass down, a bit afraid that he'd throw it. "You don't just say stuff in that tone!" He threw his hands up, and Tord couldn't do anything but watch. "It scares me when you do that, so don't! What are you gonna do next? Talk about how much of a girl I am, you sexist piece of shit?"

"Tom—"

"Or maybe you're gonna go off on a rant about how fat I am?"

"Tom—"

"What about how I need to shave my fucking legs? Maybe you're gonna bitch about how I'm not good eno—"

"Tom!" Tord finally raised his voice, and Tom went quiet. "Jesus Christ! Are you okay?" He finally walked to Tom, thought kept his distance in case Tom freaked out again.

The boy didn't answer.

"Come here," Tord said softly after a moment, relaxing. He took a step closer to Tom. "Let me start a bath for you. I'll even make you some hot chocolate. Just come here."

Tom finally turned around, eyes drooping as he let Tord wrap an arm around him and slowly lead him toward the bathroom. Tord started murmuring something soft into his ear—something in Norwegian that Tom couldn't quite decipher with his current state.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he got Tom into the bathroom. He moved to the bathtub, starting it.

Tom shrugged. "I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around himself, looking down.

"Don't be sorry, kitten," Tord said as he moved back to Tom, cupping the boy's cheek. "I'm gonna go make you some hot chocolate. You get in the bath, okay?" He gave Tom a soft kiss before slipping out of the room.

Tom sighed as he jumped off the counter. He's a fucking mess. Today's a fucking mess.

He slid off his briefs, but he knew he couldn't take off his shirt. He slid into the bathtub, sighing at its warmth.

He couldn't believe he snapped at Tord like that. Thanks, fucked up brain. Tord would be pissed at him for awhile now.

God fucking damnit.

Tord came in after a couple minutes, sighing as he looked at Tom. The boy had turned onto his side, arms on the lip of the bathtub and chin on his arms, eyes closed.

"Hey, kitten," he said softly, sitting down on the floor next to Tom, mug in hand. Tom opened one eye.

"Hey," he said, sitting up. Tord gave him the mug before turning off the water.

"Have you calmed down?" Tord looked back at Tom, worried. He'd only ever seen Tom snap like that once, and he figured the same cause was behind it.

Fucking Danny.

Tom nodded as he took a sip of the hot chocolate, eyes downcast. "I'm sorry for snapping at you like that," he said, sighing.

"I forgive you, kitten," Tord murmured, leaning over to give Tom a kiss on the forehead. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

Tom hesitated for a second before sighing. "You just... you scared me when you said my name like that, and I got... defensive. I didn't want you to know that I was scared, so I just got angry instead." He laughed awkwardly. "I'm sorry."

A soft sigh escaped Tord's lips. He had to bring this up. "Did it remind you of her?" he asked softly as Tom took another sip of his hot chocolate.

Tom took a few moments to respond, placing the mug down on the lip of the bathtub. "Yeah." He nodded, looking down. "She'd always say my name in that stupid way right before she'd start going off on me, and I just..." He shrugged before taking yet another sip.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Tom," Tord said sympathetically, leaning over to give Tom another kiss on the forehead.

The boy shrugged. "It happens to the best of us." He took another drink then placed it away from him, the cup now empty. "Hey, Tord?"

"Hmm?"

"Let's just have fun tomorrow, okay? It's gonna be our last day alone together. So let's just... have fun."

"I can still fuck you tomorrow, right?"

Tom snorted and slapped Tord's arm. "Sure."

this chapter s u c c but yall can't complain bc it's my birthday;)))also i am actually genuinely sorry for this chapter,,, it's so fucking forced and the angst got out of hand bc i'm a slut for angst,, : (uhh but also i got!!! a mac book!!! and im happy bc windows S U C C and also i can finally draw!!!! digitally!!! :DDDDDDalso fun fact in like three months i'll have been writing ofh for,,, two years. two fucking years. i'm literally giving myself a heart attack over that fact. like what the FUCK i'm so fucking OLD